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thefolksbetween) wrote2009-10-24 12:50 am
thefolksbetween) wrote2009-10-24 12:50 am
DouNuki - You're Loved No Matter What
Who: Doumeki Shizuka and Watanuki Kimihiro (xxxHolic)
What: Part of a PSL in an AU with the two. Doumeki is being asked to continue the family blood line, meaning he has to sleep with a woman of their choosing. This botehrs Watanuki, a lot, but he wants the mans family happy with him still. He jsut has to keep makign sure the boy knwos that HE understands and loves him more then anyone.
When: A few months after the courtship starts.
Where: Holic-verse, Yuuko's Shop, Tokyo, Japan
Rating: PG - Unedited.
Note: Happy Birthday Aaron. Crappy little babbled out ficlet was made for Aaron's birthday, in which i suck drastically in writing, and in which i hope this random bit of fluff works at all. Love!
He paced, wandering back and forth in the shop, watching out a window here and again, wondering, waiting. It wasn’t like he thought he was left behind or anything, but the boy had been gone all day, and with that girl too. He hated this, the waiting, the wondering, and… and well, he was sure it was for the good of the boys family, but inside it killed him. Of course he didn’t want Doumeki to feel bad or lose his family or any of that. He wanted his mother to be happy too. He didn’t want the boy to break away from his family just because of him.
No, it would be alright. Doumeki would do this and come back to him. To HIM. It was for the better really.
But he paced.
He paced and wandered, walked and pondered.
He drank two pots of tea, helped the girls get Okurimomo to bed for the evening, got set up with Sake, and the girls to go off on their own. He went through the paces of the shop at night, leaving himself alone in the lounge room, pacing, wondering. He didn’t like thinking of Doumeki. Shizuka… to think of him with another woman.
Plopping down and lounging out on one of the lounge chairs, he felt a bit dramatic doing it but he sighed and fell over, feeling so very drama like. This felt horrible. His heart ached about this. He didn’t want to think of how the other man was doing this. Or if it was working. Or if he was … was enjoying it.
He lay there, feeling as if he was from a black and white silent film, as if he just swooned on a couch. His hand rose to cover his eyes, closing them for a bit. It wasn’t that he wanted to be dramatic or anything, but he was feeling down and upset. Thus why he fell asleep this way, passed out on the lounge and waiting, hoping, wondering if the man would be back tonight, or if he would fall asleep in the arms of another. In the arms of the woman who would grant the Doumeki family children. Who would continue the blood line on, where he himself couldn’t.
Hours passed and he hadn’t realized it. It was late, very late. The sound of the sliding door of the lounge room moved, slowly. He didn’t hear it. He couldn’t hear the soft bare foot steps making their way towards him, nor did he hear the soft barely there breaths of the person standing before him. He didn’t hear for ages as he was watched, as he man stood, silently watching.
The feel of someone touching him though made him wake, made him stir a little, though he was still in a hard sleep. Sleep felt good and made him feel a bit better now a days. Even now it made him feel somewhat better, less worried. He didn’t feel the mans hands, large and strong taking up his legs and moving them onto the lounge better. He didn’t feel the man sitting down beside him. Or better yet, he did feel it, and noticed it, but he didn’t realize it was reality and not a trick of the mind.
It was as the smell of lavender sage, or was it sandalwood. Something that was most definitely from the shops bath that tickled his nose first, then the feel of hair brushing over his cheek. He smiled, opening his eyes slowly, only to look up to the lovely sight before him. Tender eyes (he’d learned to tell when they were tender and when they were upset now) stared down at him, studying over him, looking a little sad though. A flat expression on his lips, and fresh washed damp hair, slightly longer in the front as he’d grown to like it.
Shizuka stared down at him, as if studying his features once again; something Watanuki had gotten used to seeing, the eyes that wandered over him, memorizing him. He couldn’t help but smile at him as he looked up to those eyes, even though his heart felt so heavy. He could tell though, that the man seemed just as heavy, staring back to him. Memorizing him.
Raising a hand to the boys cheek, he let his fingers stroke over it, watching the flat, tired expression of the fresh washed young man before him. Watanuki tried to hold a strong face, but the man seemed to sad to him that he himself wavered and fell into the sadness. He just wanted to make the man happy. Make everything right again.
He just wanted everything to be right again.
The man pressed his lips into the hand that stroked his cheek, kissing his palm and closing his eyes, seeming to lean into it and just take in the feel that was Watanuki touching him. He let his fingers roll over the mans cheek again, stroking over the tips of too long hair to the side.
Sitting up, Watanuki nudged the mans cheek with his nose, his hands snaking back around the mans neck and pulling at him. He shifted over more and more for him to be able to sit better, though he was glad to see the man take the open invitation to lie down beside him instead. He made himself small, leaning back into the large couch’s back, arms holding around the man, disappearing into his chest and strong shoulders. He snuggled, feeling some strange stored tension start to leave him, tension he didn’t know he was holding it seemed.
“Shizuk”— a hand came up to cover over his mouth, a shhh sound was given, and the man shifted, moving to lean more over him, a protective posture Watanuki was used to him taking when he was being possessive. He liked it. A comforting feel that told him he really was still Shizuka’s and no one else had won him. No one had taken him.
There was a nuzzle to his forehead, through his hair. A feel of the man letting off a long slow breath, ruffling through his hair slowly, a tingling through his scalp. It was like the breath followed the curvature of his head, drifting around to wash a chilled breath over his neck, down his back. Something about it made him shiver, feeling cold. Feeling as if the man felt that cold. His arms moved to tighten around the man, holding him closer. “Shizuka…” the young man whispered, holding him.
Peeking out to the boys closed eyes, he reached out to him once more, fingers combing through his longer hair, his eyes looking soft, worried. He wasn’t sure what to convey to the man. He wanted him to know he didn’t like this, that he didn’t WANT him to do this, but he wanted him to do it because it would make things better for his family. It would make his mother happy. He wanted to convey that he still loved him and didn’t think less of him. He wanted to show him that he was still his and no girl would take him away, because he’s fight for him if he had to.
He just didn’t know how to put it into words that hadn’t already been said before.
“My Kimihiro…” The man whispered on another chilled breath, his voice drifting over the pale one’s skin. Lowering his head to Watanuki’s shoulder he sighed again.
Leaning in to kiss the mans neck, his cheek, then his ear, he nuzzled the lobe before whispering again. “I love you.” Very softly. It got a reaction, the pretty golden eyes peeking down at him, staring. Eye to Eye they looked back to each other. The man of few words breaking it after a very long time to kiss him.
A kiss so soft at first that it was almost shy, though that was very much not like the man. It grew stronger, more protected and possessive, rounding out to something that just… it just screamed emotion. Caring. Watanuki understood the kiss more then anyone in the world could have, for no one else in the world would ever experience such a sensation or emotion form the man, and he knew it.
He was, for once, confident in this.
Kissing them an back, he couldn’t help but smile. He knew it meant that he loved him too, and that was the best thing of all.
No matter what happened. No matter who would step between them or what situation would come between, he knew that in the end Shizuka Doumeki would come to him in the end. Would return home to HIM in the end. He didn’t have to worry about being left alone, as long as he knew he was loved.
He kissed back, just as much emotion as the other man, and drew his arms around him tightly. When they broke the kiss he whispered only. “My Shizuka.” On a breath and closed his eyes, holding the man, and being held.
He was drifting, feeling content laying in his arms, having him lay in his own. Holding him and adoring him. Drifting off with the man, safe and sound. Perhaps the boy didn’t think he was awake, or perhaps he knew it and just wanted to say it, but the last thing Watanuki heard that night was the faint whispered words on a warmed breath over his cheek. “I love you.”
What: Part of a PSL in an AU with the two. Doumeki is being asked to continue the family blood line, meaning he has to sleep with a woman of their choosing. This botehrs Watanuki, a lot, but he wants the mans family happy with him still. He jsut has to keep makign sure the boy knwos that HE understands and loves him more then anyone.
When: A few months after the courtship starts.
Where: Holic-verse, Yuuko's Shop, Tokyo, Japan
Rating: PG - Unedited.
Note: Happy Birthday Aaron. Crappy little babbled out ficlet was made for Aaron's birthday, in which i suck drastically in writing, and in which i hope this random bit of fluff works at all. Love!
He paced, wandering back and forth in the shop, watching out a window here and again, wondering, waiting. It wasn’t like he thought he was left behind or anything, but the boy had been gone all day, and with that girl too. He hated this, the waiting, the wondering, and… and well, he was sure it was for the good of the boys family, but inside it killed him. Of course he didn’t want Doumeki to feel bad or lose his family or any of that. He wanted his mother to be happy too. He didn’t want the boy to break away from his family just because of him.
No, it would be alright. Doumeki would do this and come back to him. To HIM. It was for the better really.
But he paced.
He paced and wandered, walked and pondered.
He drank two pots of tea, helped the girls get Okurimomo to bed for the evening, got set up with Sake, and the girls to go off on their own. He went through the paces of the shop at night, leaving himself alone in the lounge room, pacing, wondering. He didn’t like thinking of Doumeki. Shizuka… to think of him with another woman.
Plopping down and lounging out on one of the lounge chairs, he felt a bit dramatic doing it but he sighed and fell over, feeling so very drama like. This felt horrible. His heart ached about this. He didn’t want to think of how the other man was doing this. Or if it was working. Or if he was … was enjoying it.
He lay there, feeling as if he was from a black and white silent film, as if he just swooned on a couch. His hand rose to cover his eyes, closing them for a bit. It wasn’t that he wanted to be dramatic or anything, but he was feeling down and upset. Thus why he fell asleep this way, passed out on the lounge and waiting, hoping, wondering if the man would be back tonight, or if he would fall asleep in the arms of another. In the arms of the woman who would grant the Doumeki family children. Who would continue the blood line on, where he himself couldn’t.
Hours passed and he hadn’t realized it. It was late, very late. The sound of the sliding door of the lounge room moved, slowly. He didn’t hear it. He couldn’t hear the soft bare foot steps making their way towards him, nor did he hear the soft barely there breaths of the person standing before him. He didn’t hear for ages as he was watched, as he man stood, silently watching.
The feel of someone touching him though made him wake, made him stir a little, though he was still in a hard sleep. Sleep felt good and made him feel a bit better now a days. Even now it made him feel somewhat better, less worried. He didn’t feel the mans hands, large and strong taking up his legs and moving them onto the lounge better. He didn’t feel the man sitting down beside him. Or better yet, he did feel it, and noticed it, but he didn’t realize it was reality and not a trick of the mind.
It was as the smell of lavender sage, or was it sandalwood. Something that was most definitely from the shops bath that tickled his nose first, then the feel of hair brushing over his cheek. He smiled, opening his eyes slowly, only to look up to the lovely sight before him. Tender eyes (he’d learned to tell when they were tender and when they were upset now) stared down at him, studying over him, looking a little sad though. A flat expression on his lips, and fresh washed damp hair, slightly longer in the front as he’d grown to like it.
Shizuka stared down at him, as if studying his features once again; something Watanuki had gotten used to seeing, the eyes that wandered over him, memorizing him. He couldn’t help but smile at him as he looked up to those eyes, even though his heart felt so heavy. He could tell though, that the man seemed just as heavy, staring back to him. Memorizing him.
Raising a hand to the boys cheek, he let his fingers stroke over it, watching the flat, tired expression of the fresh washed young man before him. Watanuki tried to hold a strong face, but the man seemed to sad to him that he himself wavered and fell into the sadness. He just wanted to make the man happy. Make everything right again.
He just wanted everything to be right again.
The man pressed his lips into the hand that stroked his cheek, kissing his palm and closing his eyes, seeming to lean into it and just take in the feel that was Watanuki touching him. He let his fingers roll over the mans cheek again, stroking over the tips of too long hair to the side.
Sitting up, Watanuki nudged the mans cheek with his nose, his hands snaking back around the mans neck and pulling at him. He shifted over more and more for him to be able to sit better, though he was glad to see the man take the open invitation to lie down beside him instead. He made himself small, leaning back into the large couch’s back, arms holding around the man, disappearing into his chest and strong shoulders. He snuggled, feeling some strange stored tension start to leave him, tension he didn’t know he was holding it seemed.
“Shizuk”— a hand came up to cover over his mouth, a shhh sound was given, and the man shifted, moving to lean more over him, a protective posture Watanuki was used to him taking when he was being possessive. He liked it. A comforting feel that told him he really was still Shizuka’s and no one else had won him. No one had taken him.
There was a nuzzle to his forehead, through his hair. A feel of the man letting off a long slow breath, ruffling through his hair slowly, a tingling through his scalp. It was like the breath followed the curvature of his head, drifting around to wash a chilled breath over his neck, down his back. Something about it made him shiver, feeling cold. Feeling as if the man felt that cold. His arms moved to tighten around the man, holding him closer. “Shizuka…” the young man whispered, holding him.
Peeking out to the boys closed eyes, he reached out to him once more, fingers combing through his longer hair, his eyes looking soft, worried. He wasn’t sure what to convey to the man. He wanted him to know he didn’t like this, that he didn’t WANT him to do this, but he wanted him to do it because it would make things better for his family. It would make his mother happy. He wanted to convey that he still loved him and didn’t think less of him. He wanted to show him that he was still his and no girl would take him away, because he’s fight for him if he had to.
He just didn’t know how to put it into words that hadn’t already been said before.
“My Kimihiro…” The man whispered on another chilled breath, his voice drifting over the pale one’s skin. Lowering his head to Watanuki’s shoulder he sighed again.
Leaning in to kiss the mans neck, his cheek, then his ear, he nuzzled the lobe before whispering again. “I love you.” Very softly. It got a reaction, the pretty golden eyes peeking down at him, staring. Eye to Eye they looked back to each other. The man of few words breaking it after a very long time to kiss him.
A kiss so soft at first that it was almost shy, though that was very much not like the man. It grew stronger, more protected and possessive, rounding out to something that just… it just screamed emotion. Caring. Watanuki understood the kiss more then anyone in the world could have, for no one else in the world would ever experience such a sensation or emotion form the man, and he knew it.
He was, for once, confident in this.
Kissing them an back, he couldn’t help but smile. He knew it meant that he loved him too, and that was the best thing of all.
No matter what happened. No matter who would step between them or what situation would come between, he knew that in the end Shizuka Doumeki would come to him in the end. Would return home to HIM in the end. He didn’t have to worry about being left alone, as long as he knew he was loved.
He kissed back, just as much emotion as the other man, and drew his arms around him tightly. When they broke the kiss he whispered only. “My Shizuka.” On a breath and closed his eyes, holding the man, and being held.
He was drifting, feeling content laying in his arms, having him lay in his own. Holding him and adoring him. Drifting off with the man, safe and sound. Perhaps the boy didn’t think he was awake, or perhaps he knew it and just wanted to say it, but the last thing Watanuki heard that night was the faint whispered words on a warmed breath over his cheek. “I love you.”